Dan sat in his library working on his lecture for the next week, when his youngest daughter, Rachel, ran in breathlessly asking if she could spend the night at her cousin Jessica's house and go to her homecoming dance. Dan listened to the rain on the window behind him, debating his answer, while she slowly leaned further into the room, her face begging for a yes. Rachel was 16, and of his two daughters, she seemed to be the wild one. The likelihood of her spending the majority of the night with the boy that had been calling at 8pm every night was high, but he trusted his sister to keep her mostly contained.
"Sure, but nothing too revealing and no driving around past midnight again. You still have a curfew," Dan warned.
Rachel jumped up and down excitedly before sprinting up the stairs to change out of her school uniform.
Thank god I sent them to an all girls Catholic school,
Dan thought to himself as he went back to his notes.
As a single father, Dan had tried to raise his two headstrong girls as best as he could, but vying for tenure and dealing with the unexpected absence of his wife had taken a toll on the familial bliss, especially when Anna, his oldest, was hitting her teenage years. Though she had taken his wife walking out on them hard, they seemed to be through the worst of it now. She was on the lacrosse team and her grades were back up. The possibility of her acceptance to the University of Wisconsin-Madison seemed like it was back on the table again, and would save him from taking out hefty loans for a lesser college. Plus, it would be nice to keep the girls together in the same city a little longer.
"Does Anna have lacrosse practice tonight, Rachel?" He called up to his primping youngest.
"No, I think she's studying for a test in the library," she answered as she ran past his office, skirt rolled up, midriff out.
"Hold up there, Rach!" He yelled, getting up from his chair and following her to the doorway.
"Ugh, Dad, come on! My coat covers anything you don't like," she complained.
"It's down pouring and you're not leaving the house like that. Go put on some pants and a sweater or you can stay home with Anna and I."
Rachel stomped back upstairs, pounding each step as she went, quickly changed and ran back out the door, keys in hand.
Dan fell back into his leather chair and thanked god Anna hadn't pulled these stunts. Though, there was no question she was becoming a woman.
Dan had noticed at her 18th birthday dinner a few weeks ago that her dress was starting to pull tightly across her breasts and was even more shocked to find that her bras in the laundry bin were suddenly 34B. She had recently taken to wearing one of his old white shirts to bed and came bouncing down the stairs, into the kitchen with the cotton barely covering her long legs, small pink nipples visible through the thin fabric, long dirty blond hair braided loosely down her back and tortoiseshell glasses perched on her freckled nose. Dan could feel himself getting hard thinking about her lithe body, and had to scold himself.
These thoughts were unbecoming and were taking control of his life as of late. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed exasperatedly.
Maybe going for a run in this rain will jolt me out of these perversions,
he thought.
He heard the front door slam shut after another hour or so of working and called out, "Anna?"
"Yeah?" She responded, trailing a pool of water as she walked into his study.
Dan was blown back by the vision in front of him.
She was completely soaked, her light blue button down seemed to be painted onto her body, and was completely sheer. Braless, he could see the beautiful curvature of her breast, nipples hard, and felt the all-consuming need to cup them.
Dan could see her shiver slightly and grabbed the throw blanket from the couch to wrap around her.
"I should probably take off my clothes first," she whispered, looking up at him as he circled his arms around her.
Anna could feel the heat radiating from her father, and felt like this might be the moment she had been waiting for. She took in her father's 6'2" frame, strong and muscular, and willed herself to make her late-night fantasies a reality. Especially with Rachel out of the house for the night. She had noticed him take her in, and linger on her chest longer than was appropriate. Finally, dripping wet standing before him, she wasn't backing out.
"Wh-what do you mean?" He stuttered, still holding the edges of the blanket wrapped around her shoulders, Anna trapped between his arms.
Her hands quickly undid the buttons on her shirt, staring deeply into her father's eyes with each movement, looking for a sign to continue, that she wasn't crazy, and he lusted after her as much as she had for the last two years.
Dan was frozen as she shrugged out of the wet cotton, he could hear his heart pounding in his chest and he attempted to overcome his shock and cover her. But he couldn't, he was enraptured with her brazen seduction as she unzipped her khaki skirt, let it fall to the floor and began rubbing her flesh with the blanket he had wrapped around her.
"Warm me up, Daddy," she shyly said reaching for his hand.
His cock pulled against his sweatpants as his daughter guided his hand to her firm breast. They both looked down as she softly caressed her skin with his fingers, entwining her fingers around his, surrounding her nipple, slowly circling around her areola.
